#iceman is so tired

[missunderstood-with-ideas]

Random admiral: YOUR “WINGMAN” IS AT IT AGAIN

Iceman: was it over 65 million dollars worth of damage? If not I don’t want to hear it

Admiral: what the fuck is wrong with you

Iceman: Please be more specific and then submit the proper paperwork

[frozen-seagrass]

Thinking about Mav being unsure of what Ice's eye color is

Of course he's not going to do the normal thing and ask the man, so he settles for finding ways to get up close and personal to try and see for himself without being obvious (-> he fails)

But every time he gets a close enough look they're different. One day they look blue but the next they look hazel. One moment they look brown but then he turns his head and a different light catches on them and they look almost green

It turns into one big game of "How close will he let me get? How much will he let me see?" And it's not until he's gotten to the point of being a breath away from Ice's face- close enough to brush lips- and standing under the bright white LEDs that he realizes that they're gray

[polar-equinoxx]

kiss

[embersareout9]

"I want to BE one with the plane. Not just fly it, feel it's every move. Hear the roar of the Tomcat's engine deep within my soul. I want to BREATH the fumes of the fuel, let the power sink into my blood. I want to own this flying memory " -- Maverick, Probably.

Ice, done with this shit: "No Mav, I'm not letting you keep the damn F-14 that you crashed."

[cannibalhellhound]

More beach wings au

This time it's Ice carrying Mav 😼

[my-top-gun-loves]

Maverick: I can't go, stress is bad for the baby.

Iceman:

Iceman: What baby...?

Maverick: :)

Goose, sighing and shaking his head cause he knows Mav too well and loves him anyways: It's him. He's baby.

[pollyna]

More than once, when Bradley comes back from school, and later from the Academy and from deployment, to find his dads still wearing their uniform, cuddling on the couch, more asleep than awake. Most of the times dad is cuddling against the pops' side and pops arms around dad, but one, spectacular weirdo time (and he has the photos to prove that) pops was half lying on dad and half of his body was on precarious balance and a moment away from falling down, while dad was occupying half of the couch, a satisfied smile on his face and one hand between pops' hair.

[torchflies]

Hi TG Fandom! 

I have absolutely no reason for this one — I’m very sleep-deprived. I'm still at work. 😭

Give me a Tom “Iceman” Kazansky who was raised by a very strong, independent violinist named Johnnie who might have, maybe, sorta, had a thing with The Devil once. A thing that resulted in none other than our Mr. Perfect icicle himself and a nifty solid gold violin. Johnnie Kazansky was not a cheap date. (Country music fans, please understand this reference 😂)

Nothing amuses me more than The Navy’s Golden Boy being The Antichrist. Full Damien from The Omen vibes. He’s not giving Good Omens.

He’s ridiculously talented? Freakishly good? Never makes mistakes, or blinks? Yessiree, of course, that’s The Antichrist. 

Daddy issues? Yeah. Satan didn’t pay child support. 

Anyone who messes with Mav, Slider or the assorted flyboys has a propensity for flinging themselves off high buildings while on fire? Wild. Definitely not the doing of The Great Adversary, Destroyer of Worlds, couldn't be him. Oh no, Tom Kazansky is the picture of perfect Navy fortitude. 

Mav’s Guardian Angel might just have wings and a halo of fire after all 😈

[unlawfulchaos]

Mav: You know my motto. Carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.

Ice: Seize the day, seize the night... What's the last one?

Goose, sighing: Seize the dick.

[pyrobuyo]

Rocktober: Day 4 - Opposite !!

[frozen-seagrass]

Y'know how everyone is always like "I don't like that look Mav" to which Mav responds "It's the only one I've got"?

I am cracking up at the thought that it's the reverse (or rather, a mutual thing) with Iceman

"Don't look at me like that, Ice"

"Like what? I'm just looking at you"

- an ensuing conversation after Maverick did something he definitely should not have

[pitchthepeach]

Made a silly icemav thing for Valentine's day and then forgot about it

[polar-equinoxx]

They don’t realise how late it is until some commander comes in and turns off the light…

[compacflt]

what are bradley’s earliest memories of ice and mav? the bits of his perspective on them that you’ve written are so fascinating

fairly unsurprising answer but: ice: when he came to see Carole to apologize for killing goose in ch 2 of wwgattai (sets the tone of their relationship)

mav: something very benign like mav doing magic tricks for him as a little little kid. you know how your earliest memories are always a little fuzzy and always afternoon sunshine? imagine a desaturated maverick sitting crosslegged in the grass in pale afternoon southern california sunshine showing Bradley how he can detach his thumb from his hand and then put it back again. no blood, no bone, no pain, and he’s got this daredevil grin like he’s enjoying separating his thumb from his hand. can’t see his eyes behind his aviators. the best magicians are the ones who can make even their pain disappear. or, playing “got your nose,” holding Bradley’s nose up so he can see it right in front of his very eyes, NO PAIN!, and then making it disappear. “where’d your nose go, Gosling? oh, my gosh, I lost your nose!! how’re you gonna smell? i bet you’re gonna smell bad. get it? get it? —here it is, i found it, don’t worry, it’s all good!” and putting his nose back so everything’s ok. that’s Bradley’s earliest memory of mav.

[shit-sorry-fuck-mybad]

So I made this post -> x and now that I think about it…. I don’t think Mav has ever slept alone in that bed

The thing is… they were together when they got the house, sure, technically it was under Ice’s name, and Mav still had his apartment, but it was theirs, they chose it together, they walked through the door together. The house was beautiful, it was one of those houses that Pete would pass on the street when he was a kid and think about what kind of fancy people lived there, people fancier than him that’s for sure, they had seen it before but now, all done and ready to welcome them, it was amazing, Pete was almost overwhelmed, trying to catch his breath while also trying to take on every little detail around him. Ice quietly wrapped his arms around him from behind, leaning in to kiss his neck “You like it?” Pete let out a laugh “Like it? I love it” he turned around to look at him “I love you” Ice picked him up as if he didn’t weight anything, fucker, and carried him all the way up the stairs, he opened the door to their bedroom, their bedroom, and he carefully dropped Mav on their bed, it was sweet, and domestic, and everything that Mav never thought he would ever get to have. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, there’s that little red light that is constantly reminding him that he needs to be careful with this, no one can actually know, but at that moment it didn’t matter, they were alone, in their bed, in their room, in their house. They were there together from day one.

Everyone fights, they’ve fought many times over the years, but they’ve never slept in separate beds after a fight, it never mattered how angry and frustrated they were, it’s their bed. There was one time, it was a long time ago, Mav can’t even remember what they were fighting about, something stupid for sure, something that just got a bit out of hand, whatever it was it was bad enough to make Ice slam the door as he left the house in the middle of the night, Mav stood there frozen for a second, he slowly grabbed a cushion from the couch and screamed into it, he sank to his knees as he let out all his tears and frustration, he eventually walked back to their bedroom, he stood at the door for a while, just staring at the bed, Ice wasn’t back, he thought about it but it just felt weird, it felt wrong, lonely, so he grabbed a blanket and made his way to the couch, it was a very nice couch, still not good enough to sleep through the whole night, but he was not gonna sleep in their bed alone. He does wake up there though, wrapped in Ice’s arms, Ice was awake, half awake at least, just running his fingers up and down Mav’s spine, taking in the warmth of the morning sun, Mav snuggled closer and whispered “I’m sorry” right into his neck, Ice kissed his head and nodded “I know, I’m sorry too, we’ll talk about it later” much, much later.

Mav never slept in their bed when Ice was out for work, he tried, he really did, but he can’t, it’s a whole thing, he rolls around for hours, he looks at the ceiling, he reaches over to Ice’s side only to find nothing there, at least in the couch he can get a few hours of sleep. When Bradley moved in with them Mav never considered that it might be weird for him to see Mav sleeping in the couch, it was a bit of a habit by now, so when Bradley wakes him up one day and asks “why are you sleeping in the couch? your bed is really really big” Mav realizes that he’s never had to explain this to anyone “well… I guess I’m just not used to sleeping alone in that bed” and that’s it. That night, as Mav is walking to the couch, he’s intercepted by Bradley, the kid takes his hand and leads him straight back to his bedroom, they get inside the bed and he says goodnight, he doesn’t let go of his hand until the next morning. It still takes him a few hours to fall asleep but it’s better than the couch.

The first time Ice gets sick Mav never wants to leave his side, he never wants to waste a second, except at night, that’s when he struggles the most, he lets Ice fall asleep next to him and then he leaves. He’s not sure why he does it, that’s actually a lie, there’s just a lot going on, he doesn’t want to disturb Ice, he doesn’t want Ice to hear him cry, he doesn’t want Ice to worry about him, to comfort him, he shouldn’t, Mav isn’t the one that has fucking cancer, Mav shouldn’t be causing problems. After a while it becomes obvious that he’s not sleeping very well, I’ve noticed, of course he does, but he also knows that this won’t really be solved with a conversation, so I’ve wraps his arms around him, Mav is taken by surprise, he was still waiting for Ice to fall asleep, they haven’t done this in a while, he’s been avoiding this, mostly because he just wants Ice to rest, but when Ice kisses his forehead and whispers “You’re gonna hurt your back, old man, just stay here, it’ll be ok” he understands that he can’t let Ice in their bed alone either.

They come back alive, Mav lives but then it hits him… Ice is dead. The house was already a struggle, so quiet and and big and lonely, he walks through the hallways and everything reminds him of Ice, but the moment he walks into their bedroom he looses it, it’s just as Ice would’ve left it on any normal day, it’s painful because his glasses are on his nightstand but no one’s there to wear them, and his book will be left unfinished, and his pajamas will be folded for god knows how long , and Ice is never going to step inside that room again. He sleeps on the couch, well, sleeps is an overstatement, he closed his eyes for a few minutes and the sun suddenly came up, his back hurts, his eyes hurt, his heart is broken but he will not sleep on that bed.

[aliorsboxostuff]

yet another tik tok bcuz thats the only content i got for y'all, this one's called "another maverick accident"

based off of this fic, check it out! it's really sweet <3